Sending hugs always!Inability to discern the difference between what is real and what is notPlease and thank you!
Oh! A good one! With a prompt like this I can’t help but go Silent Hill.
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“You’re not real,” James rasped out as his throat tightened. As the grotesque mockery of his dead wife’s fingers closed around his throat, tightening and cutting off his airflow.
She loomed above him like a goddess, holding him down as he shuddered and his vision swam. how many times had she killed him like this?
How many times had he killed her?
After all, he was the one holding her down.
He was the one with her fingers around her throat. With the pillow over her face.
It happened over and over every night.
It had only happened the once.
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